Who pays the bills
the money with which
you are so tightly bound?
Who orders your actions
binding you to conformity
calling allegiance to a crown?
What fortune has been promised
to the son of the worthy
for your loyalty to a system of a down?
Won’t you come to me my love
to live a life outside of the certain
in a journey where all can be found?
Why are you loyal to their uncertainty
to a ground wrought by the insipid
where infertility is profound?
Where does your honor rest
to those who adjudge your destiny
a foreign being to your soul?
Will you let me in your service?
In your love, and only your life
will be my command.
Won’t you come to me, my love
where fantasy is abound?